Induction.

[antitrust]

You've all had some time to get to know each other; whether or not you're all getting along is another matter. Either way, one thought pattern seems to be pretty prevalent, no matter what you think of this entire situation – Where, exactly, is the Conductor? That question isn't going to be answered in full, even now; if you were hoping to work out exactly who the Conductor is...well, that's not going to be readily answered, either. What you are going to get, however, is the sound of that public address box mounted into the wall somewhere above your heads crackling to life; it's staticky and a little grating at first, like someone's fiddling with the volume control somewhere, but eventually it clears up. "Ah, is it..?" It's a little uncertain at first, but that, too, clears up soon enough; it's a male voice, at least that much is discernible. "Greetings to the lot of you, the new class at Graceside Academy; I trust you've familiarized yourself with the rules. "You can call me the Conductor."

[OOC: You can be heard just fine through the PA system, so feel free to ask any questions your little heart desires; brackets are fine, you don't need to use prose!]

Comments

[perpend]

It wasn't one of your kidnappers, then?

[For what it's worth, that's said more (falsely) cheerfully than it is like a tantrum.]

You wouldn't happen to have supplies around anywhere so I can take care of this, would you?

[antitrust]

It can be arranged.

I'm assuming that you aren't going to die by morning?

[perpend]

I shouldn't, no.

There were a handful of people willing to help me out when I first woke up, though I wouldn't mind having some sort of backup.

[antitrust]

I'll see what can be done.

You have my apologies for the oversight.

[perpend]

No problem, maaan.

[It really is one, but he's trying to do this whole.... not yell at the disembodied voice thing.]